Crystal's One Night of Love

Chapter 244 Whose Child Is It

In the cloak of the night, nestled in the narrow alley, stood an age-worn dwelling.

Henry’s gaze was fixated on his younger sister, who he had doted on for many years. He examined her attire, plain to the point of austerity, and the crumbling structure that served as her shelter.

His eyes throbbed with a sting that could not be suppressed, and the fingers that clutched his cigarette trembled subtly.

Taking a deep drag of his cigarette, he stepped inside the place and scanned around. “Where’s the kid?”

Melora was taken aback. “Has Crystal told you?”

Henry responded in a helpless tone, “Do you expect her to help you keep it a secret and watch as you continue living in this squalor? Whose child is it?”

Up until that moment, he was truly oblivious to the identity of the child’s father.

Melora wouldn’t let him in the room.

Henry extinguished his cigarette, exhaling the last puff of smoke. “Who is it?”

No matter who the father was, he wanted to beat him up so badly and break his teeth.

Melora blocked the door, pleading in a hushed voice, “Berthold and I are doing fine. Henry, I can support him on my own. Please don’t ask anymore!”

Henry’s eyes reddened.

He was but half a step away from her. With an outstretched arm, he pulled her to the side and entered the room.

The bedroom was of meager proportion, not even covering ten square meters.

An aged bed and a tiny desk housing several dozen magazines was all it contained.

Henry flicked through the trashy magazines, all showcasing Melora on the cover, the young lady of the Miller family.

He swallowed hard, making his way toward the old bed.

On it, lay a small child, slumbering peacefully.

His skin was fair, and he had a full head of dark brown hair.

Henry’s eyes turned bloodshot at the familiar eyes and unique hair color.

He no longer needed to ask Melora who the father was, as there was no need to do so anymore!

Henry whirled around, his eyes burning holes into his little sister.

Melora’s lips quivered, and her face contorted in distress as she pleaded, “Henry, don’t look for him! Don’t… I’ve broken up with him.”

Henry reached out, tenderly touching the little boy.

He paused and asked gently, “Him? Which him? Melora, tell me.”

Melora covered her mouth in shock.

It dawned on her that Henry must have realized who the father was.

Henry’s voice was dangerously low as he said, “When did you two become a thing? Do you understand what you’re doing? He’s at least ten years older than you. A man of his stature, in his forties and still unmarried, has had his share of meeting women from all walks of life, so why would he be attracted to a greenhorn like you?”

Melora was crushed.

She knew she had been punching above her weight.

Henry didn’t ask anymore. He took off his coat, put it on little Berthold, and gently lifted.

“Henry!” Melora clutched his arm, begging.

In the dim light, Henry’s expression was as calm as still water. “Either you come home with me now, or I call Alfred to pick you and your son up. You decide.”

Melora had no choice.

She packed some clothes and followed Henry.

descended the stairs, Berthold

of

head, assuring gently, “I am your uncle. Your

relaxed, closing

ached as he delicately placed the little boy into the child seat in his car, then turned to his

slid into the car, murmuring, “Could

“You’re afraid now?”

got in.

long silence, he gently stepped

an hour later, the car slowly pulled

disturb Crystal for she had her own worries. The sound of the opening. and

stairwell, she saw Henry holding Berthold,

for a

Berthold sleep with Skyler tonight. You go and talk with

Crystal nodded.

ascended the staircase again, she opened

in his arms, Henry entered, gingerly tucking the tiny boy into the warm bed where

soft, or the day had been too

sliver, her eyes cracking open into slits before she rolled over, pulling Berthold close to her as if

porcelain and finely chiseled, were strikingly similar, as were their dark brown

heart

patted Berthold. “This child

taken aback, wore her guilt on her

spoke in a tender voice. “You must have figured out who the old

came out more vulgar than

“Don’t let the

shot her a fierce glare, but

your anger out on me,” she warned him boldly

eased the tense look

with Melora. I’ll head

Crystal agreed with

addressed. Yet, when faced with the

I am Melora’s

she began, “Don’t mind your brother’s Let’s freshen up first. Let me prepare some snacks

was about to step out, Melora

tidal wave of emotion washed over

should have come back sooner. Your brother

in a

and said, “I’ll go prepare something for us to eat. You take a bath first. Everything you

Melora nodded.

to prepare the snack. By the time

was dressed in her own cotton pajamas, the kind where the vibrant colors

Crystal noticed.

and beckoned with a tremble in

sat down and began to

who

kept

tears. “Crystal, I’m scared. He couldn’t marry me

could she dwell

single-handedly raised their child, living a tough

times together. However, they were swept away by

would spot him in the newspaper. He was

Melora Miller, had lost her youthful radiance. Moreover, the passage of

after all, need to vent his anger. But he would never hurt Berthold.” She could not promise Melora

girl nodded

Melora in, Crystal went to see Henry in

heavy door of the study. The room was dim, save for

him was filled to

door behind her, walked to the window,

murmured, “You’re smoking too much! Aren’t you afraid

watched her

any other night, as Crystal voluntarily approached him, sat on his lap, and

out the cigarette

“Crystal, have I failed? If I hadn’t insisted on going to Kingdom of Brundela back then, your uncle and Melora may not have had the chance to get together. Those days Alfred spent in the hospital

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